1
Christ is the off'ring making God happy;
No fault in Him could ever be found.
Qualified fully, absolute, pleasing;
Fragrance ascends; His praises we sound.
No fault in Him could ever be found.
Qualified fully, absolute, pleasing;
Fragrance ascends; His praises we sound.
Chorus 1:
Perfect obedience, led to the slaughter,
Burnt offering dear, afflicted and cut;
Many a skinning, many a stripping;
Slanderous words, He would not rebut.
Perfect obedience, led to the slaughter,
Burnt offering dear, afflicted and cut;
Many a skinning, many a stripping;
Slanderous words, He would not rebut.
2
Christ's life with mine now one and the same is.
Union, communion, fellowship sweet,
I lay my hand on His head most beauteous;
All of His virtues flow into me.
Union, communion, fellowship sweet,
I lay my hand on His head most beauteous;
All of His virtues flow into me.
Wholly accepted! Turned into ashes!
Released from self, my old man has died!
Burn me, reduce me, till I am nothing;
Hail resurrection; hail the sunrise!
Released from self, my old man has died!
Burn me, reduce me, till I am nothing;
Hail resurrection; hail the sunrise!
3
Manger to cross, the life of the God-man,
His story now my story will be.
Could I myself say yes to be slaughtered?
Never! yet through Him, "Yes, willingly!"
His story now my story will be.
Could I myself say yes to be slaughtered?
Never! yet through Him, "Yes, willingly!"
4
What He experienced, I would experience;
What He passed through, I enter into.
Loving and tender, to Him surrender,
Two parties meld, one living pursue.
What He passed through, I enter into.
Loving and tender, to Him surrender,
Two parties meld, one living pursue.
5
Fire not of wrath nor judgment nor terror,
‘Twas love I met there, warmed on the hearth.
I could approach Him, and He embraced me,
Fully received me, filled me with mirth.
‘Twas love I met there, warmed on the hearth.
I could approach Him, and He embraced me,
Fully received me, filled me with mirth.
6
All through the dark night, tend to the fire;
O Lord, our love rekindle anew.
That, life to life, a savor far-reaching,
We'd conquer captives, add men to You.
O Lord, our love rekindle anew.
That, life to life, a savor far-reaching,
We'd conquer captives, add men to You.
7
Worldlings despise us, count us as nothing,
Yet to our God we're precious indeed.
Highly regarded, ashes to gemstones,
Treasure-built city's our destiny!
Yet to our God we're precious indeed.
Highly regarded, ashes to gemstones,
Treasure-built city's our destiny!
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